"Hey, Mike. Mike mike mike mike mike." Toy Bonnie, aka BonBon, casually leaned into the doorway of the office. "Guess what day it is.

"Fucking hump day," Mike replied sarcastically. "Now leave me alone, I'm busy reading.

"Well that too." The blue rabbit animatronic grinned from ear to ear. "It's hiring day!"

"Hiring day?" Mike repeated. "Doesn't the boss have enough night guards? Sheesh." Four night guards at the pizzeria, sometimes taking on their shifts at the place together, seemed like an excess for simple nightime security, but not when you found out that the animatronics were possessed by six dead children, and we're bipolar in their murderous tendencies. Sometimes they loved people, sometimes they hated them.

Yeah, all of them pretty much knew that, and they always briefed new night guards on the situation. But they hadn't gotten another employee in a while. Mike admitted the others were sort of getting on his nerves, but he hadn't been expecting another one. Budget cuts and all, they were making below minimum wage as it was.

"I overheard the boss say she was going to be a waitress and a night guard," BonBon added. "She starts her first shift tonight."

"Tonight? You're kidding. Wait, she? He hired a girl?"

"That's sexist, Mike."

"Not if you consider all the human employees are dudes."

"So many attractive men, right?" BonBon waved his face with one paw, metaphorically swooning.

"BonBon, you're flaming."

"Yes, I know I'm gay, mike. Stop being a dick."

"No, BonBon... Your back is flaming."

"GAHHHHH! GRAB THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!"